and she hath Dian’s wit; And in strong proof of chastity well arm’d, From love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d. She will beshrew me much that Romeo bid thee run away. PARIS. I do beseech thee,— NURSE. [_Within._] Madam. JULIET. Nurse? NURSE. Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? ROMEO. I doubt it not. LADY CAPULET. Find thou the heart, Being a